What Would You Do If An Ugly Woman Asked You To Dual Cultivate?-Chapter 49: The Fight

Flames flickered in Yang Hao's hands, while an icy mist swirled around Ice Demoness's body, causing the temperature to plummet.

"Let's see how long your fire lasts."

"We'll see who burns out first."

BOOM!

In an instant, they attacked.

Yang Hao launched Flame Serpent Fist, his signature fire technique. A serpentine blaze coiled around his fists as he charged forward, unleashing a rapid barrage of fiery punches. The heat distorted the air, turning the arena into a furnace.

Ice Demoness met his attack head-on, her hands glowing with an eerie, pale blue light. "Frost Chains!" she called out, and suddenly, thin but incredibly strong chains of ice erupted from her palms, snaking toward him.

Yang Hao dodged, weaving through the incoming ice chains, but they moved like living things, coiling toward him with precision. One of them wrapped around his arm, freezing his sleeve and sending a chill deep into his bones.

He gritted his teeth and ignited his entire arm, melting the ice instantly. Without hesitation, he punched forward, sending a flaming shockwave toward her.

Ice Demoness crossed her arms, and a thick ice shield formed just in time to block the attack. The moment Yang Hao's fire touched the ice, steam exploded outward, creating a dense white fog around them.

"Frozen Domain!" Ice Demoness's voice rang out.

The temperature dropped sharply. A thin layer of frost began forming on the arena floor, making it harder to move.

Yang Hao exhaled, his breath turning visible. His fire flickered slightly, weakened by the intense cold.

But he wasn't done.

"Blazing Lotus!"

With a wave of his hand, a ring of fire bloomed beneath him, melting the frost instantly and creating a blazing aura around his body. His flames flared hotter than before, countering the cold.

The crowd gasped at the intense clash between fire and ice.

Ice Demoness clicked her tongue. "Stubborn, aren't you?"

Yang Hao grinned. "You're the one trying so hard to put out my fire."

She didn't respond. Instead, she stomped the ground, causing sharp ice spikes to shoot up toward him.

Yang Hao reacted instantly, leaping over them and twisting mid-air. As he came down, his fist ignited into a massive flame, aiming straight for her.

Ice Demoness raised her hand, summoning an icy spear to intercept him.

BOOM!

The impact of fire and ice sent shockwaves through the arena.

For several minutes, they exchanged relentless blows, their elements clashing violently. Fire met ice. Heat met cold. Neither backed down.

But then—

Their energies ran out.

Yang Hao's flames flickered and vanished.

Ice Demoness's frost mist dissipated.

The arena floor, once covered in ice and scorch marks, now lay in ruins, steam rising from the melted frost.

Both fighters breathed heavily, their bodies drenched in sweat.

Realizing they had nothing left but their fists, they charged at each other once more.

The crowd erupted as the fight returned to raw, unfiltered close combat.

Fist against fist. Kick against kick. Strike after strike.

Both of them were exhausted, their movements slightly slower but no less fierce.

A punch to the ribs. A knee to the thigh. A palm strike to the shoulder.

The blows continued, neither willing to surrender.

Then, it happened—

Yang Hao lunged forward for a final punch, but his body gave out from sheer exhaustion.

At the same time, Ice Demoness also lost her balance.

They both fell.

THUD!

Yang Hao landed hard atop her, his face sinking into the lush, yielding softness of her breasts. Her curves pressed against him, warm and pliant beneath her battle robe, a stark contrast to the icy aura she wielded. His cheek nestled into that tender swell, her heartbeat thudding faintly against his skin, her scent—a mix of frost and sweat—flooding his senses.

A beat of silence stretched between them.

Then—

"You... BASTARD!"

Ice Demoness's voice cracked, her face flushing red with a mix of rage and heat. She shoved at him, but her drained strength turned it into a weak, lingering push, her hands trembling against his chest.

Yang Hao, too spent to move, let himself roll off her, collapsing flat on his back beside her, his body still tingling from the feel of her soft mounds pressed against him.

"You're really something. First, Jiang Chenxue, now Ice Demoness? Should I prepare a list of strong beauties for you to 'battle' next?" Yu Ruyi sighed as she said, shaking her head inside the space she was.

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"That list better have some weak ones too. Atleast I could win a fight." Yang Hao said, feeling sad that he didn't won a single fight.

The referee stepped forward.

"Both fighters are unable to continue. The match is a tie!"

The crowd exploded into cheers, laughter, and whistles.

Some were shouting, "That was insane!"

Others were jealous of Yang Hao, at how he ended up on top of Ice Demoness in the end.